My Missing Piece (A Mavin Fan Fiction)

True Romance

Geoff pulled me aside after we finished filming. I was really starting to hate all this pulling aside. It either led to someone crying or someone yelling. This crew has really gone down hill and it all my- "Michael?" Geoff waved a hand in front of my face. I looked up at him, "Oh sorry." "It's fine," Geoff half smiled. I stuffed my hands in my pockets. "I uh- I heard about your brother," Geoff looked at the ground, or anywhere, but me. "Oh," I looked at my feet. "You can take it easy, if y-" I shook my head and Geoff stopped talking. "If I take it easy, if I let myself think about it too long, he'll die. Geoff, you don't get it. I can't. I just can't, okay?" Geoff nodded, "Yeah, I get it. I'm really sorry, Mike." I gave him a half-hearted smile and walked back over to Gavin. He put an arm around me, "You okay?" I nodded and he squeezed me close to him for a second. "Hey guys we've got a stream to film," Jack mentioned.

All of us groaned and walked over to our desks. We liked streaming, don't get us wrong, but it wasn't necessarily fun. We had to sit at our desk for hours almost and provide content for people live. It was easy to do when we filmed a video that we got to edit because we could just cut out the boring moments. We started up our computers, pulled up our cameras and our microphones, and started the stream. We were putting it on YouTube so everyone could watch, but we all had different videos so anyone could watch whoever they liked. We streamed the game we were playing for an hour or two before we laid back and answered a couple of questions. Then we ended the stream and relaxed. "Hey guys guess what I totally forgot to remind you about," Geoff let out a nervous chuckle. "What did you do?" Jeremy jokingly narrowed his eyes at Geoff. Geoff held up a bunch of slips of paper. I looked at them closely. They looked like plane tickets.

"You actually forgot to tell us that you bought us our plane tickets to Let's Play Live. It's in two days!" I leaned back in my chair. "Whoops," Geoff stood up and handed everyone their tickets. "Geoff, the flight literally leaves tomorrow," Ryan held up his ticket. Geoff shrugged, "At least it doesn't leave today." All of us somehow sighed in sync. "You all can leave early to pack. We're pretty much done for the day," Geoff yawned, "Oh, Michael and Gavin. Griffon's gonna pick y'all up in the morning." "Thanks, Geoffrey," Gavin nodded to him. Everyone packed up and headed home after he said that. I drove Gavin and I back home. We got home and got out of the car. "I'll start making dinner. Why don't you go get the suitcases and start packing?" Gavin said, kissing my forehead and headed off to the kitchen. I walked over to the hall closet and looked for the suitcases. They just so happened to be on the top shelf that I literally couldn't reach.

I tried jumping up to reach the handles of the suitcases, but that only resulted in me knocking over a box. The lid fell off of the box and a bunch of pictures spilled out. I groaned and bent down to pick them up. I lifted one of the pictures of and looked at it. It was a picture of Gavin and I went we first met. I picked up another one, a picture of me sitting on my mom's lap when I was six with Anthony standing next to me. I smiled at the picture. I actually remember taking it. My dad got drunk that day after my mom called a photographer over. She actually locked him in a closet so he wouldn't break the camera. It was a good day though. We had fun. I felt like I was about to cry so I just stuffed all the pictures back in the box and put it back on the shelf. I looked in the closet for a solution to my 'short person' problems. I wasn't even short, the suitcases were literally just pushed to the back of the shelf and my arms weren't that long.

I found a step-ladder and set it up, climbing up the two step and reaching back. I grabbed the handle of one of the suitcases and tossed it to the ground. Then I grabbed the handle to the other suitcase, throwing it down as well. I got off the step-ladder and stuffed it back in the closet, closing the doors. I dragged the suitcases into Gavin and I's bedroom and tossed them on the bed. I unzipped one of them and started packing it with my stuff. I unzipped the other one and packed it with Gavin's things. Once they were all pretty full and seemed to have enough clothes to last us for basically a week (We all were probably going to stay a while after the show just to hang out and probably do some videos with Funhaus.), I zipped up the suitcases and went to check on Gavin. I smelled something good something from the kitchen, plus what smelled like sushi. I snuck up behind Gavin and wrapped my arms around his waist. He jumped and almost spilled the bowl he was holding.

"Whatcha making, hubby?" I chuckled. "Salad and sushi. It's weird, but it's literally all we had in the fridge," Gavin stirred the bowl of salad around, "It's really weird when you call me hubby." "I'll stop if you don't like it. I kind of did it ironically," I shrugged. "No, no it's nice. It's just really surreal that you're actually my husband," Gavin started humming. I smiled, "It is, isn't it." I started to recognize the song Gavin was humming. It was a song from a band called Motion City Soundtrack  that Gavin played "ironically" once when he took me to a park late a night before we started dating. The song was called True Romance. I started to sing while he cooked, "I'm a screw up of epic proportions, a walking hand grenade. Hyper-maniac, a dime store dramatic, a conduit of pain."  I jumped up and sat on the counter and watched as he set up the plates. I decided to skip some of the lyrics of the song to my favorite ones, "Humming  slightly varied tunes, opposite angles of the moon. Buried in layers of ourselves, leaves room for no one else."

Gavin came over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped mine around his neck, "Cause nothing matters when I'm all wrapped up in you."  He planted a kiss on my nose and pulled me off the counter, "Let's eat." We sat at our little breakfast bar and ate our sushi first, seeing as it would go bad quicker. It was just store bought California rolls that we were dipping in eel sauce.  I added wasabi to mine and dared Gavin to. He put a fleck on his and had to down some milk. It was totally worth it. Then we ate our salads, which were just regular salads with ranch dressing. "Did we really not have anything in the fridge?" I asked, putting our plates into the dishwasher. Gavin shook his head and opened the fridge door. Apart from a jug of water, a jug of milk, a couple of Red Bulls and beers, and some lunch meat, we had nothing in the fridge. "Shit, man. We need to go to the store," I huffed.